Confession: the other night I finished Speaking In Bones by Kathy Reichs and was so petrified by it I didn’t get to sleep till half two. Honestly I was crippled in fear. It was an amazing read by the way, one I snapped up when I had an hour to kill in Waverely Station last week at nine pm and had just finished Wild by Cheryl Strayed. It had me gripped for the next two days and I totally didn’t see the ending coming. Shame I decided the best time to finish it was at midnight – queue the fear that followed.
Anyway I’ve just rediscovered my years long love of reading books. So much so that I stumbled through one of the most DREADFUL books I’ve ever read the other week as I just didn’t want to give up. It was honestly mind-numbing. I’ll spare you the details as it was ughhhh but I won’t be reading one of Catherine Cookson’s books again. Just totally not my thing.